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rabb1ttrash · 9 months
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As much as Rex loves his ARCs, they can be a little.... daft sometimes...
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literallyjustanerd · 3 months
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...at least they're having fun? find out what they're jamming to bonuses:
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ireadwithmyears · 4 months
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address the letters: “to the holes in my butterfly wings”
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pairing: Kix and GN padawan reader (platonic)
Word count, guys it’s basically 10 K 💀bc apparently I am in capable of writing anything short.
tags/warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, mentions of blood and injury, medical procedures
summary:
In which, the CMO of Torrent Company discovers that you, a Padawan under his care have been hiding injuries and skipping medical checks, and now must take care of you as you suffer the consequences of your actions.
Also known as
Why you should never hide an injury from Kix. he will find out, and he will drag you off to the medbay so that he can take care of whatever mess you’ve made of yourself, scolding you all the wile.
“Look what I found on my bunk.”
You’re interrupted from eating your sandwich in the Cantina when Fives plops down beside you at the table, setting down a tray of food and waving a pink slip of paper in your face.
You’re about to tell him that “Can’t you see that you’re eating and get this paper out of my face,” when your eyes catch on three words written in bold text across the top of the page.
Mandatory vaccination updates. 
The sandwich, that up until this point has been the absolute centre of your attention, listen, you’re fighting a war and you have to appreciate any opportunity that you get to eat food that isn’t bland ration bars, drops out of your suddenly limp hand as you snatch up the paper, now very interested in the contents.
“When did you get this?” you ask slowly, you’re voice distracted, beginning to chew on your lower lip, already feeling the nervous coil in your stomach.
“When I came back to my bunk after the debriefing we had this afternoon. Apparently everyone got one. I bet you 10 credits that your master is going to pretend that he didn’t see it, and try and avoid it until Kix has to tear apart the ship looking for him and drag him to the medbay.” Fives chuckles.
Master Skywalker’s reputation for trying to avoid the medbay at all costs is widely known throughout Torrent Company..
“Kix is going to have a field day. I’ll give it to general Skywalker, he has some creative hiding places,” he continues, eyes lighting up at the memory of Anakin, half hazardously crammed into a supply closet, folded in an impressive, yet uncomfortable looking position as he forced his unwitting tall limbs to fit in the cramped space.
Unfortunately for Kix, your masters habit of avoiding the medbay whenever possible has rubbed off on you, though, you don’t think it’s for the same reason. Your avoidance stems from a place of fear, and, okay, a stubborn insistence that you can take care of yourself, which yes, definitely like master, like apprentice.
But that also stems from a fear. You’re determined to prove yourself, especially being a young Padawan working with those who are much more experienced than you. You don’t want to risk being taken off the field because of some stupid injury, and letting those who rely on you down, especially your master, who’s always bouncing back and getting up and ready to take on whatever is next regardless of what kind of peril he’s just come out of. You want, you need, to prove that just because you’re a Padawan, you’re not a liability, but an asset. You can be strong and resilient like master Skywalker.
So, you avoid. You dodge and you ignore and you pretend not to notice when the routine medical check dates come and go without your attendance. You know it’s only a matter of time before Kix gets on your ass about it. You’re surprised that you’ve kept it up this long. But, this only bolsters your confidence in being able to avoid another successfully.
“I’ll be right back,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant, setting the paper back down on the table before you run off into the crowd.
*
Sure enough, there is an identical slip of paper that’s been placed on your bunk. But conveniently, Jedi master Aayla Secura is going on a diplomatic mission to amid rim planet in a last ditch effort to try and convince them not to secede from the republic during the date that’s listed on the page when you’re scheduled for your vaccinations.
Earlier this morning, master Skywalker had asked if you had wanted to join this mission, saying that it would give you a break from being on the frontlines, and it would be easy enough to arrange, as master Secura would rendezvous with the 501st before she departed.
This morning, you had turned him down, listing several reasons as to why you needed to stay with the 501st. Your troops needed you, diplomatic missions were boring anyways, and you didn’t think that you would be of much help to the experienced and capable master Secura, who was a formidable diplomat in her own right. You didn’t think you would be able to add anything of particular value to the conversation, at least nothing that master Secura wouldn’t be able to say much more eloquently and better.
Now though, the only thing that’s running through your mind is the fear of needles and the dread of going into the medbay and that’s enough to make you reconsider everything you had said.
When you tell master Skywalker that you’ve changed your mind, and would actually like to accompany Aayla on her mission, he’s slightly confused considering you had been so adamant that you were needed here only just a few hours ago. 
But, he knows that as a Jedi, you need diplomatic experience. Experience that, before the war, would be very easy for Padawan’s to come by. He knows that you don’t have nearly as much as you should.
These are unprecedented times, though, and Padawan’s being trained during an active war is not ideal. He wants for you to be well-rounded. He has hope that your future won’t always involve war at the centre of it, and any opportunity that you get to learn how to be a keeper of peace should always be encouraged, especially during these times.
 So he gives in pretty easily, and when master Secura arrives, you happily join her. When the ramp of the ship seals behind you and you’re sitting with her in the cockpit, the warm relief that flows through your bones is palpable. 
“Success,” you think to yourself triumphantly.
*
Your triumph, however glorious it might have felt in the moment, is short-lived.
In spite of the fact that some old injuries, that you honestly thought you had done a pretty good job at taking care of yourself, were starting to aggravate you again, the unexpected joy and relief that weaved itself through the force, openly shared between you and master Secura, surrounded you like a warm blanket, protecting you from feeling the things that hurt you.
The planet you had just visited had agreed to stay with the republic, after a tense three days of debate between its political factions. The victory Was a surprise, considering how vehemently the opposition pushed to secede, but it was not unwelcome.
Aayla’s T-6 shuttle docks in the hanger bay of the much larger 501st transport. As you wait for the doors to open and the ramp to fold down before you, you’re still riding on that high, feeling, for the first time in a long time, the thrill of a success. One that you are unable to feel on the frontlines, because even when your battles result in a victory, you are surrounded by so much death and violence that in the end, you don’t really feel like celebrating. 
You’ll never admit it to your master, but privately, you think to yourself that maybe diplomatic missions aren’t as boring as you thought they were. You were able to help resolve a conflict, peacefully, without even having to brush your fingers against the hilt of your lightsaber, which, nowadays, is becoming more and more of a rare occurrence. But it’s what Jedi do, or at least, what they’re supposed to do, so you have to embrace the gratitude of the experience you just had, and try and take it with you going forward.
Your thoughts are preoccupied with these ideas swirling around your head, so you don’t see him until you’re stepping out onto the ramp of the T-6, descending into the hectic and busy as usual crowds of the hanger bay.
When you do, though, you stop dead, and your heart begins to race. 
Shit.
Directly in front of you, at the bottom of the ramp, stands Kix.
One look at his expression, and your stomach flips.
His lips are set in a thin, unreadable line, his brow creased as he observes you with pinpoint focus. Stern, brown eyes observe your every movement. There’s no question that the second you step off the ramp, he’s going to pounce on you like a cat seizing a mouse. 
He stands at attention, body forced into an unbending straight line, such positions you mostly see on the shiny’s, new troopers who are freshly trained during their first days out on the field. His hands are placed on his hips, the position that he assumes before he’s about to give someone, it’s usually your master who you’ve seen it directed at, the lecture of their life.
“Keep moving,” your brain supplies. “Act nonchalant, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll be fine.”
You feel your feet hit solid ground, and your speed picks up, all along, your brain is screaming at you to move. It’s weird how now that he’s standing in front of you, every injury you’ve accumulated over the past weeks is beginning to hit you, all comfort and protection that the force has been giving you to keep you going rapidly vanishing with each step you take.
The uncomfortable angle that your shoulder is sitting at, the pulling of stitches in your leg as you increase your speed. It throbs and aches with sudden abandon. But your fists clench, and you do your best not to falter under Kix’s unwavering scrutiny, just knowing that he’s looking for any flicker of weakness, any sign of pain that registers on your face.
“Just keep going, and maybe, you’ll be able to slip past...”
He steps in front of you, reaching an arm out to easily intercept your path. He says your name, in a tone that breaches absolutely no room for trying to ignore it.
You jump, startled in spite of yourself. He’s effectively got you cornered, and seeing that there’s no way out of this, Your nerves begin to skyrocket, raising like the sound of alarm bells in your head. You look up, eyes meeting his unwaveringly stern expression, And suddenly, you wish that the floor would open up and swallow you whole.
He looks down at you, and he must see something in your disposition that belies your true feelings, because though his face remains set, his eyes somewhat soften, and when he next speaks, his voice is quiet but firm.
“Come with me, please. I need to see you in the medbay.” Though he’s phrased it as a request, you know that it is an order, and one that you must follow.
As a medic for the GAR, and this is something that you’ve heard him say to many a complaining troopers being escorted to the medbay when they don’t want to go, it is well within his rights to exercise such authority and make these orders. Because when it comes to the health and safety of every 501st personnel, whether you’re a Jedi general, commander, or Padawan, Kix immediately outranks you.
You look down at the floor, suddenly finding the marks that are speckled across it very interesting, and mumble a defeated and quiet “Yes sir.” 
When he turns, and you hesitate to follow, he lets out a gentle sigh, moving to place a hand on the small of your back. His voice is low, but reassuring as he ushers you forward.
“Come on, kid, you’re okay,” he breathes, and in spite of the fact that you’re still thinking that jumping out of an airlock would be better than this, your feet, still unwilling, but the slightest bit reassured, begin to move.
*
Coric giving you a subtle pitying glance as he’s reading over a patient’s chart when Kix escorts you into the medbay makes you want to vomit.
Between the two medics,  Kix has the reputation of being a hardass because he’s the CMO. Make no mistake, you do not want to get on either of their bad sides. But, given the choice between the two right now, you think you’re more equipped to handle Coric, who can usually be counted on to soften the blow a bit, with enough pleading glances and apologies.
Your eyes flit to the door that you’ve just passed through, because stupidly, your brain is still trying to make the calculations that if you can just duck out of Kix’s grasp for two seconds, you’d be able to make a run for it.
Unbeknownst to you, however, both medics have been carefully observing your every movement since you’ve entered. Coric, remaining completely calm and at ease, rises to his feet, moving swiftly to stand in the doorway in several long strides. He casually leans against the frame, arms folded.
“Don’t even think about it, baby Jedi. Your master has attempted the same thing you are considering, and he has always failed,” he says, keeping his voice light and non-threatening, making it clear that you need to give up on your fantasy of bolting out of here, but also not trying to scare you off..
You’re just beginning to wonder how the kriff they were able to read you so easily, with one covert glance determining that you were about to bolt when Kix removes his hand from the small of your back, instead, fingers coming to gently grip your shoulder.
The change in his hold is obvious. He is fully prepared for if you try to run. He gives your shoulder a squeeze, in what you interpret as a warning not to. 
Unfortunately, he’s just touched on an injury, you’re not entirely sure what you did, but you messed up your shoulder the last time you were on the field, and even the slight pressure elicits a sharp intake of breath that you’re unable to stop from escaping your lips, and that immediately has the attention of both medics laser focussed on you.
Kix’s anticipation evaporates and quickly melts into concern. Carefully, so carefully, he turns you to face him, keen eyes sharp as they analyze your face.
“Hey,” he calls softly, waiting for you to look at him. “Tell me where it hurts,” he says, so gently that it makes your eyes burn with shame. You look down at your feet.
“That’s uh... that’s, a loaded question,” you admit sheepishly, trying to keep your tone light and joking, in spite of the fact that now that you’re thinking about it, the list of injuries you’ve sustained without reporting to the medbay is a lengthy one, and might make Kix have a stroke.
Kix lets out a controlled, slow breath, eyes momentarily finding the ceiling as he silently begs the stars to give him strength. 
“Kaysh Mirsh solus,” he mutters to himself.
You’ve heard Kix toss that phrase around the medbay on multiple occasions, and though you’re uncertain of what it actually means, he usually brings it out when one of his brothers has done something that he would consider incredibly stupid, which is often.
Coric makes a noise of agreement. “It appears that our stupidly self-sacrificing general has passed on his stupid self sacrificing behaviour onto his apprentice,” he groans. “Will we ever know a day of peace?” 
Kix looks back down at you, his expression calm and restrained. “Come on, then, let’s see what we’re dealing with here,” moving his hand to your uninjured shoulder, he steers you both further into the medbay.
*
Your eyes don’t leave the ground, but you can hear the sound of a privacy curtain being pulled shut around the cubicle that Kix has brought you to. 
When an eerily familiar pink slip of paper is being held up in front of your downcast eyes, you cringe, Arms wrapping around yourself in defence
You can’t even pretend that you haven’t seen it before, because the words mandatory vaccination updates have been circling around your brain the whole time you were out on your last mission.
“Do you know why the GAR enforces these?” Kix begins, and his voice is too measured and calm. 
You lift a brow, questioning. Does he seriously expect you to answer this? Isn’t the answer obvious? 
“Uh... so that we don’t get sick?” You answer, uncertain as to what he’s getting at.
He nods, his face displaying a slight flicker of approval. “Yes, that is one reason as to why, and it’s an acceptable one,” he acknowledges. His frown deepens as he continues. “However, one must look at the much larger picture, at every personnel aboard this ship. The most important reason why mandatory vaccinations are enforced is so that we can avoid many people getting sick and spreading illness to the rest of the crew, so that we may remain fully functional and operational, continuing to serve and protect the people of the republic.”
You squirm beneath the scrutiny of his gaze. You’re starting to see where he’s going with this, and it’s incredibly discomforting.
“I would’ve thought, that as a Jedi, you would be able to more easily see this bigger picture than most others,” he observes mildly. “After all, I know, and I’m sure everyone who spends a considerable amount of time with you can see that there is so much compassion and care for others within your very nature.”
His voice is so genuine, laced with such real kindness in his tone that it makes your eyes sting. Your heart constricts, because he’s just pointed out something that you hadn’t even considered in your selfish haste to avoid this.
By avoiding your vaccinations, you have put every member of the 501st who works with you in danger.
Your arms wrap  tighter around yourself, and you can’t bring yourself to look anywhere but at the pristine white floor beneath your feet.
Kix senses that he’s hit a mark, and his voice gentles considerably. “I also understand that you are young, and still learning to see the bigger picture and how your actions can affect those around you.”
“I, I didn’t, I was scared and I just I didn’t think about...” your voice trembles as you try to answer, tumbling out in a rush of words that race as quickly as your heart. 
“I understand, and it is perfectly reasonable for you to feel that way,” he keeps his voice level and measured. “However,” he continues, and you know what he’s about to say even before he says it. “We still have to face the things that scare us. If you had simply told me how you were feeling, we would have figured out a way to navigate it.” His face is reassuring when you dare to glance up from the floor that you’ve been resolutely staring at for this whole conversation.
“We still will figure out the best way to proceed. However, these vaccination updates are very low on my priority list of concerns when it comes to you, compared to this,” and he holds up a datapad, displaying medical records with your name typed neatly across the top.
The last several appointment entries are highlighted in red, indicating that you did not attend any of them. 
“Do I need to remind you that these appointments are not optional. Any member of Torrent Company who goes out on the field must report to the medbay upon return for examination, as well as attend our regular medical checks to ensure that you are fit for active duty.” It’s clear from the tone of his voice that this is a lecture that he is very practised in delivering.
You lift your head, finally looking directly at him. He’s already made you admit a fear that you desperately wanted to keep to yourself. You try and summon what remains of your dignity. 
“What do you want me to say, Kix?” There’s a hint of defiance in your voice. 
“Do you want me to admit that I avoided these because I had injuries that I didn’t want you to know about? Because yes, the truth is that I did.” Your eyes level with his as you try to make him understand. 
“I was scared of the medical procedures, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” You snap, not particularly annoyed with him, but more annoyed at the fact that your answers sound so stupid out loud. 
“But I was more scared of the fact that you were probably going to take me off the field, and I couldn’t, I couldn’t let that happen. My master was relying on me. Everyone was relying on me, and I couldn’t let them down.” You try to shrug off his concern with a dismissive wave of your hand. “Besides, I’ve been doing fine,” you say evasively.
Kix does not rise to the bate of your seeming anger. He’s much too practised and controlled to let it affect him. He also has the uncanny ability to look at someone, and see everything, read through their feelings, whether they’ve been acknowledged or not, and understand them. So, even though you’re trying to push him away, with what at first glance appears to be frustration, underneath it all, he can tell that it’s just as plainly  fear.
He meets your storm filled eyes unflinchingly, levelling you with a look that is equal parts stern and unwavering, and equal parts concerned and filled with compassion. It makes your insides twist with guilt, and you want to look away, but you can’t bring yourself to as he speaks, his voice calm but steely.
“Are you fine?” he asks, an eyebrow raising as he tilts his head to look at you, his gaze clinical, assessing, even as you just stand there in front of him.
. “I already know that there’s something wrong with your shoulder. But aside from that, I’ve been observing you since you got off your transport. The way you move is slow and careful, not at all like the usual way you dash around the ship. Even now, you’re hesitating to put much weight on your right leg.” He ticks off the things he’s noticed on his fingers like a list.
“Apart from the fact that skipping these mandatory appointments have consequences. If you had kept this up, I would’ve had to bring this to our superiors, that includes the Jedi council,” he gives you a pointed look, even the mention of the high Council makes you shiver. in your experience, whenever you and your master have been summoned to speak with the council, it’s always to be reprimanded, and never good.
. “You could have been Court-martialed,” he says, knowing that his words will hit the severity of the situation home.  
You falter, stepping back as you feel your eyes go wide. “Court-martialed?” you breathe, feeling the blood draining from your face. 
He gently takes your arm, guiding you to sit on a bed as he continues, voice softening. “It is very clear that you are hiding injuries, and though I can understand why, in premise, You did this, the reality is that this will begin to affect your performance in battle. It will not just affect you. You will put yourself, as well as the entirety of the people you are leading, in danger. People could get hurt.  You could get hurt. Because you would be putting not just yourself, but others, in unnecessary danger, your ability to be in the position of a commander could be called into serious  question by your superiors, and for good reason” 
As much as he keeps his voice low and calm, you can sense that he’s disappointed in the way that you’ve handled yourself. Your teeth sink into the inside of your cheek, forcing the tears that prick at the back of your eyes to not fall. You hate disappointing people, and the fact that you’ve managed to disappoint Kix, one of the kindest people you know, makes you want to curl up into a ball and never show your face in public again.
“And that, the safety of yourself, and everyone aboard this ship, is my priority. It is much more important to me than having to report to any superior. The fact that you hold your safety, and by extension, the safety of  those around you, with such blatant disregard, is what concerns me the most, and that is what I need you to understand.” 
There’s a certain gravity in his voice that you’ve never heard before, but it slams into your chest and hits you like a ton of bricks. The implications of what you’ve been doing, of what could have happened to those around you, to his brothers, because of your inability to face your fears begin to swirl around your head with a rapidity that makes your heart race. 
These thoughts come unbidden, and too fast for you to process. The tears, that you’ve been so desperately trying to push back, spring free and begin to fall down your cheeks, unprompted, slowly, and silently. You don’t have time to stop them from coming.
Kix knows that he’s been very direct, and very blunt with you, deciding that this would be the only way to get through to you. He hates having to do it, though. Kix considers himself to be a fairly good judge of character, and he knows that you have such a caring, gentle heart and strong presence wherever you go. So, watching you break in front of him like this pains him.
Your breath hitches in an unsteady gasp as you look up at him, tears blurring your vision. 
“I’m sorry, Ori’vod,” your lip trembles as your voice breaks, wanting to curl in on yourself. “Ni ceta,” you get out in barely a choked whisper.
But he hears you, and it breaks him. 
You’ve never referred to him as ori’vod before, and the idea that you consider him as such, as a big brother, awakens his protective, instinctive nature to gather you close and keep you safe from harm. 
His Vod, mostly his batchmate, Jesse, calls it his mother hen instincts.
He can’t help it, though. Your voice, sounding so much smaller than he’s ever heard it, trembling and filled with tears, has broken what’s left of his resolve, and gently, very gently, mindful of the fact that you’re injured, he takes you into his arms, holding you close to him. Your head buries against his shoulder, and he easily cradles you there, feeling every sharp intake of breath as you cry.
“Oh, adika, shh,” he soothes, hand coming up to gently stroke your hair as he continues to speak softly to you. “You’re okay, I promise, everything is going to be alright. I’ve got you, we are going to sort this out.”
*
“Well,” he says, reading over the results of the medical scan he’s just performed. Would you believe me if I told you that a dislocated shoulder is the least of your concerns?” 
Your eyes find the ceiling, and you exhale a slow breath before asking, “how bad?”
He keeps his voice neutral as he relays the results of the scan to you. “According to your last medical check, you were diagnosed with Iron deficiency anemia, not incredibly uncommon, what with our limited access to rations and food with the proper nutrients,” his brow creases as he continues. “However, preliminary scans indicate that your haemoglobin levels haven’t much improved.”
He gives you a look.“You have been taking the supplement you were prescribed?” he asks, in a way that makes you suspicious that he already knows that the answer is no.
You avoid looking at him. “I was, but they kept making my stomach feel queasy all day, so I stopped.”  
Kix Lets out a long suffering sigh. “An issue that we easily could have rectified by changing your treatment plan if you had just let us know,” he scolds. “Nonetheless, I’d like to do a blood test to get exact confirmation of those levels and see how bad the numbers are so that we can Start getting them back up to baseline.” 
Your stomach does a flip and you cringe silently at the mention of a blood test.
Kix continues, consulting the scan results that are displayed on a datapad. “You’ve got untreated burns on your fingers.” He raises a curious eyebrow at you and your cheeks flush.
“They weren’t entirely untreated, I put them under running water,” you try to argue. The unimpressed look he gives you stops you dead in your tracks.
“It wasn’t entirely my fault,” you defend. “I was fixing one of the starfighters that got hit during our last airstrike. I got R2 to help me with the repairs but he wasn’t listening to my instructions. He crossed two of the wrong wires and caused the circuitboard to spark.”
“And that is why you should never ask R2 for help,” he says with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Those burns weren’t given time to heal, and the fact that you’re constantly wielding a lightsaber has exacerbated them. I will apply a burn ointment to them that should take away the pain and speed the process of healing.” 
He fixes you with a look.  
“The most concerning thing is The blaster wound on the front of your right  calf. Really, vod, you should know that injuries being treated and stitched up on the field, especially when not done by a medic, always should be looked over by a medic as soon as possible, due to the unsanitary environment that they were performed in.”
“Tup did his best to stitch it,” you say, feeling the need to defend the brother who, in spite of the fact that he was not a medic, sutured you up as you took cover from separatist battle droids.
“I don’t doubt that he did. I was the instructor who took every single one of the troopers on this ship through their mandatory medical courses, and I did not let them pass without proving that they were adequately able to handle emergency first aid on the field. However, it still remains that you’ve picked up an infection, and to treat it, the sutures will have to be removed, the wound reopened, and extraction of the infected tissue, as well as a course of both IV and oral antibiotics to clear up anything that remains.”
You stare at him, your eyes growing wide with horror as he explains. “How?” You ask, alarmed.
He senses your nerves and leans forward, taking your hand and running his thumb along the back of it reassuringly. “This is a surgical procedure, performed under general anesthesia.” 
You flinch at his words, and your fingers tighten around his with anxiety, needing something to hold onto. 
“I know that sounds scary, especially if you’ve never been put under before. But I promise, this is a fairly common operation. Me and Coric will both be here making sure that you’re okay the whole time.” he continues to stroke his thumb along the backs of your knuckles.
“Let’s take this one step at a time, though. We’ll take care of the things that are manageable, first,” he says, giving you an encouraging smile.
*
“Hey uh...” you say nervously, watching with anxiety fluttering in your stomach as Kix ties a band just above your elbow, prepping you for the blood draw. The way the band tightens, restricts  and squeezes around your arm Makes you feel trapped. You hate it.
“I have... I’ve had, issues in the past when it comes to these,” you say awkwardly, not knowing how to explain.
Kix only looks up at you, raising a perceptive brow. “Are you referring to your predisposition of fainting whenever a blood draw is performed?” he asks, completely unfazed. 
It’s your turn to raise your eyebrows in questioning. “Don’t worry, Coric already has this listed in your file. I’m going to get you to lie down when we do it.”
He has the sensitivity and grace not to mention the fact that he also knows this because he walked into the medbay to find Coric absolutely tearing into a junior medic for letting you leave too soon after you had gotten a blood draw, resulting in you crumpling to the floor in a faint right outside of the medbay doors. 
At your continued staring, he adds, his voice softening. “It’s a normal reaction, that likely is exacerbated because of your low haemoglobin levels. There’s nothing wrong with you, Vod’ika.” he reassures, gently guiding you to lay down on the bed. “Now, just lay down for me, and we’ll get this over with quickly, and if you faint, you faint. It happens, no big deal, I’ll be right here regardless.”  
And because you’re you, you do faint.
The needle itself is always not as bad as you anticipate it being. The Sting, though prominent,  is small and quick and over before you have time to fixate on it. 
It’s only when he’s pressing a cotton swab into the crook of your arm, encouraging you to keep it in place while he puts a Band-Aid over top, that you register the familiar feeling of drowsiness, vision blurring and ears beginning to ring, that always comes before you pass out.
You think that you might give him some indication, some warning, because he’s removing your hand from where it’s been pressing against the cotton round, replacing it with his own, much more steady one. Everything around you is muffled, and it’s jarring, but in a way that is too far away from your immediate concerns to really react to it.
When you come to, he’s pressing a cool, damp cloth to the back of your neck, other hand gently stroking hair away from your forehead. His voice fades back into your consciousness, a stream of gentle, soothing words as your eyes flutter open.
The feeling of the cloth cools your heated skin, and the hand gently running through your hair brings your senses back to focus, grounding you.
“Easy, adika, i’m right here, you’re safe,” he brushes his fingers against your cheek, and when you react, leaning into his touch, he gives you a small smile. “That’s it, there we go, you’re back. Everything’s good,” he soothes, gently stalling your movement when you attempt to sit up.
“Not right now, vod, stay down for a few more minutes. I’ve already got the blood work running through the scanner, and we should have its results quickly, okay.” You give him a small nod, still not really having the energy to do much else. You close your eyes, taking deep breaths as you come back to yourself, and when the scanner beeps, indicating that it completed its diagnostics, you jump slightly.
Kix moves over to check it as you slowly sit up. “Okay, so, your numbers are definitely not nearly where they should be he says, clearly unimpressed.
“But, Once we have taken care of your more serious injuries, will start you with an iron infusion delivered through an IV before transitioning back to pills. Don’t worry, we’ll have you on a much smaller dosage so that we can hopefully circumvent the discomfort you had in your stomach,” he says with optimism, which makes you feel slightly better about the fact that he’s just mentioned an IV. You’re not given much time to fixate on it, though, because he’s already turning away from the scanner, moving back to you.
“Let’s not worry about that right now, though. We have enough problems having to deal with the mess That you’ve made of yourself. I will do my best to resist calling you a di’kut as much as possible,” he says, hands on his hips, and in spite of yourself, it actually makes you laugh.
*
You didn’t realize how sore and irritated the burns on your hands were until you couldn’t hold back the audible sigh of relief that fell from your lips as soon as Kix began applying the burn cream to them. The pain instantly vanished, leaving a pleasant, cooling sensation behind. He wrapped small bacta patches around your injured fingers, explaining that it would make sure that the healing process was unimpeded by the outside environment.
That was easy, quick, painless. 
Your shoulder, on the other hand, is a completely different matter. As soon as Kix touches it, as gentle as he can be, it flares with pain, and your muscles tense, which just makes it worse. 
“I don’t know how you’ve been functioning with this for as long as you have,” he comments dryly. When his fingers press against the bone, assessing the damage with a practised familiarity, you cry out, eyes squeezing shut.
“Haar’chak,” you grit out, as behind you, Kix preps a syringe with local anesthetic. 
“Which one of my di’kut brothers taught you curse words in Mandoa?” he asks, beginning to disinfect the injection site.
You flinch at the cold and your cheeks flush. “Shit, you weren’t supposed to hear that. I can’t tell you that, I made a promise.” 
“Did you now?” he asks, fighting the amused smirk that plays on his lips. “Well, whoever it was, you might as well put your skills that they taught you to use.”
You look at him from over your shoulder, eyebrows raising in confusion.
He explains, “I need to give you an injection of local anaesthetic so that it takes the edge off of resetting your shoulder correctly. I know those aren’t your favourite , so, I am making a deal with you. Let me do this, and I give you free rein to throw whatever Mandoa insult my brothers have taught you at me, no consequences. Is that fair?”
The unimpressed look you’re giving at the syringe turns to surprise, then, slowly, a smile spreads across your face and you nod, quickly looking away from it. “Deal,” you accept, your voice still shaky with nerves but determined.
“Okay, deep breath for me,” He waits for you to inhale. “Perfect, now, on the exhale, give me that insult with all of your might. Ready?”
He waits for you to nod, then prompts you to exhale as he administers the anaesthetic into the back of your shoulder.
“Osi’yaim, that hurt, you di’kut,” what should be just a little pinch to your already injured shoulder makes you cry out the words, and you swear you can hear the familiar sound of Coric laughing from the other side of the medbay.
Your cheeks flush, you did not intend to be that loud. But you don’t apologize, either, and Kix only gives you a rueful grin, nodding in understanding.  
As you wait for the anaesthetic to settle, Kix warns, “I’m gonna be honest, kid, because of how long you’ve left this injury to sit, even with the anesthetic, setting it is still going to hurt.” 
You close your eyes, grimacing, before nodding with a sigh. “Do your worst,” you say, bracing yourself.
He lays a reassuring hand on your uninjured shoulder. “I need you relaxed, adika,” he says gently. “Trust me, it will only hurt more if you tense like that,” he continues, gently encouraging your shoulder downward with his hand.
“Easy, now. I want you to give me some good deep breath’s. In,” he inhales deeply, holding for a few seconds, “and out,” he lets his breath go in a controlled, slow stream of air.
He waits for you to copy, giving you a few breaths to settle into it as he prepares himself. “Perfect, just like that, keep it up, you’ve got this,” he keeps up the stream of encouraging words as carefully, but firmly, he rotates your arm, guiding your dislocated shoulder back into its proper place with one precise movement.
The sudden flare of pain, even dulled as it is by the anesthetic, takes your breath away momentarily, your vision instantly blurring with tears. When it clears,Kix has shifted to standing in front of you, gently wiping them away with his thumbs.
“Well done, vod’ika, you were so brave,” his words make you want to cry more, because you didn’t think you were brave. You thought that being brave meant confidence, at all times, and not letting other people see your vulnerability. You can’t fully understand it, but, now, you’re beginning to think that maybe your initial idea of bravery was wrong.
Your lip wobbles as you speak, “W what now?” you look up at him with wide, still watery eyes.
He gently strokes your hair. “Now, I’m going to get Coric, and you,” he playfully taps your nose, “are going to take a much-needed nap, if the bags under your eyes are any indication, while we take care of that leg wound.” 
*
It sounds simple enough. 
Kix explains the procedure while Coric preps you for surgery, making sure all your vitals are stable. As he wraps a blood pressure cuff around your arm, he tells you that that’s essentially his job while he’s in here. Throughout the surgery, he will monitor your vitals and make sure that they remain at safe levels. 
“I’m going to remove the sutures, clean the wound, remove the infected tissue, pack the wound with saline soaked dressings, then bandage it back up so that it can heal. It goes without saying that you’re going to be off the field for at least a week. You’ll need to stay here so that we can continue to monitor your recovery as well as change the dressings often. You will also need to undergo a course of IV antibiotics to kill off any lingering infection. This will also give us time to get your haemoglobin levels back up with an infusion.”
Your eyes close tightly as anxiety knots your stomach. “Oh, force, a week? But, my master needs me,” you protest.
When your eyes open again, both medics are fixing you with equally stern looks. “Your master needs you to be safe, and healthy,” says Coric, frowning, as he carefully attaches a pulse oximeter to one of your fingers. 
“If you want to be back on the field as soon as possible, you will take this week of recovery. If you want to argue with me about it, I will make it longer. A week is the absolute minimum,” Kix says, arms folded across his chest, wearing his signature “i’m the chief medical officer, you have no authority here,” expression.
You visibly deflate, reminding yourself that you pick and choose your battles, and picking and choosing a battle with two medics who are very competent at dealing with very stubborn Jedi would be a very stupid idea. 
You can’t help yourself, and in spite of the fact that you shouldn’t, you stare as Kix preps your wrist for an IV line.
Sensing you’re mounting anxiety as your eyes nervously flit around, watching  Kix’s Every move, Coric gently takes your other hand, squeezing when your eyes don’t immediately look at him. When you finally tear your eyes away from what Kix is doing, Coric is wearing a mischievous smile on his face. “So, Vod’ika, who taught you how to curse in Mandoa?” he asks, raising a curious brow.
You only scoff, rolling your eyes. “Kix already tried to find out. What makes you think that I’m going to tell that secret to you?”
“I’ve already got my suspicions. My moneys on Echo or Fives.” he gives you a wounded look, “I thought you would tell me, because I’m obviously your favourite.”
Kix uses this conversation to quickly insert the IV into a vein on your wrist. Reacting to the small pinch, your fingers instinctively tighten around Coric’s hand, squeezing it tightly.
“You’re definitely my favourite now,” you grumble, giving Kix a sidelong glare.
He gives you an apologetic look. “Sorry, Vod, i’m going to run the medication through the line now. It will act quickly, and when you wake up, this will be all done with.” 
You nod, biting your lip nervously. Coric notices, giving your hand another gentle squeeze. “Hey, kid, I know you’ve heard Kix say kaysh mirsh solus all the time. Do you know what it means?” 
You look at him with curiosity, shaking your head.
“Well, essentially it means they are stupid or foolish. But, the literal translation is even more direct .” Coric gives you a conspiratorial smile.
“What is it?” You ask as he leans forward. 
“The literal translation means their braincell is lonely,” he says, completely serious.
You feel a smile pulling up the corners of your lips and a surprised laugh falls from them. 
You feel the medication beginning to enter your system, but you’re so busy laughing that you can’t bring yourself to care. “You better not be bullshitting me,” you threaten,“or I...” you let out a yawn.
“I swear to the force, I,” your eyes begin to flutter and you yawn again, shrugging.
“I’ll think about it later,” you mumble sleepily, before promptly passing out, smile still lighting up your face.
*
Your leg hurts.
That’s the first thing you become aware of as Kix is gently encouraging you to open your eyes.
“Come on, adika, open your eyes for me,” he says  softly, fingers gently brushing against your cheek to bring you back to awareness.
“But it hurts, and I wanna go back to sleep,” you wine, blinking sleepily up at him. 
“Ni ceta, vod’ika,” he soothes, fingers gently caressing your forehead in an apology. “I know it hurts, and you can go back to sleep soon, I promise,” 
He glances at something that you can’t see, giving a small nod,“Vitals look good, the anaesthesia is wearing off nicely, and it doesn’t appear to have affected them too much. Let’s up that IV dosage,” Kix speaks to Coric, who moves to adjust your IV out of your eyeline.
Your leg throbs, and you let out a stifled whimper, hand reaching down, trying to at least find the source of your pain when Kix catches it in his, gently stalling your movements. “Let’s leave that alone for now, vod’ika. Coric is just increasing your pain med intake, that will make it better. Then you can sleep,” 
At the continued expression of pain on your face, he lets go of your hand, fingers gently playing with your hair as he instructs, “nice and easy, adika, deep breath‘s for me, everything’s okay.” 
You don’t believe him at first, but slowly, things become okay. The pain quickly fades and dulls , breathing becomes easier, and your eyes begin to flutter. All the while, Kix continues holding his vigil at your bedside, fingers continuing to gently run through your hair until you fall into a natural sleep.
*
When you properly wake up next, the first thing you notice is that your leg doesn’t hurt anymore.
Whatever pain meds Kix has got you hooked up to are very effective, and your lips pull into a relieved smile. 
The second thing you notice, when you glance around to get your bearings, is the face of your very concerned captain, Rex, at your bedside. You blink slowly, yawning. Although the anaesthetic has worn off, the pain meds still have you feeling like you’re in a fog, and your brain is working pretty slowly.
“When did you get here?” you ask, confused.
“I came straight here after you never reported to the bridge for today’s debriefing. The general said that you would be back today, and it’s unlike you to miss or forget about meetings,” he explains, looking at you, relieved to see you awake, but a flicker of concern still lingering in his eyes.
“Osik, sorry, Rex, I got myself into a bit of a bind over here,” you gesture to the IV that you’re hooked up to, chuckling a little.
“So I heard, don’t worry about it, kid. There wasn’t much to report, anyways.” His head tilts, and he raises a questioning eyebrow.“Who taught you how to curse in Mandoa, vod’ika?” he asks, keeping his voice light.
If you weren’t under the influence of pretty heavy duty pain medication‘s, you would have restraint, you would have thought before you opened your mouth. But for Rex, it was his lucky day.
you smirk, “good old Hardcase taught me everything I know,” you say with pride, smiling fondly at the memory.
Rex carefully files that information away so that he can scold Hardcase for that once he leaves. But he carefully keeps his face neutral.
His face grows serious. “Kix told me about all the medical appointments you’ve missed and the injuries that you’ve been covering up,” his voice is stern, every bit the commanding officer that he is in front of the troops. It makes you nervous, and you swallow, looking away from him.
“I swear to the force, if you ever pull something like that again, I will find out about it, and I’ll drag you to the medbay myself, even if it means chasing you around the ship and stunning you if I have to. do you realize how much danger you were in? How much danger you put others in? That was extremely reckless of you, commander. I’m very disappointed in your actions,  and it will not happen again, do you understand?”
Your hazy memory recalls the conversation you had with Kix earlier, about this very thing, and for some reason, it hits even harder seeing the disappointment, worry and concern etched on the face of the normally composed captain.
Without prompting, you find yourself bursting into tears. 
Later, you’ll blame the pain meds on your inability to keep a grip on your emotions. But right now, all you can do is think about the people, the brothers, you could have hurt, the things that could’ve happened because of you, and the tears just fall down your face, streaming from your eyes, falling down your cheeks, into your ears, dampening your hair.
.“I I’m sorry Captain I I didn’t I,” you gasp out, trying to explain, but your brain is still foggy, only clinging onto the hazy images of loss and pain due to your inability to act fast enough.
There’s a reason why people are convinced that Kix has eyes on the back of his head. Working as the highest ranking medic in the 501st has trained him to be hyper observant of all of his patients, even if he isn’t at their bedside. 
So, even though he’s been taking the time to update your file on a datapad, unbeknownst to either you or Rex, he’s also been watching you like a hawk, and the minute you begin to show that you’re overwhelmed, he’s swooping in on the two of you, protective mother hen mode fully activated by the tears falling down your cheeks.
He steps in front of you, broad shoulders immediately blocking your view of your commanding officer. “Captain,” he says, and his voice is still respectful, but there’s a hard edge beneath it, something stern that you haven’t heard before, even during the worst of him lecturing you.
“You are causing undue stress to my patient, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave, sir,” he continues, physically ushering Rex to the door.
More quietly, out of your earshot, he says,“I have already harshly reprimanded the commander. Trust me, this experience will ensure that the lesson will not be forgotten.  Now, if you want to be of use, get the general and bring him to me, please. I need to speak with him. Between you and me, Rex, I’m blaming this ordeal on him.” 
Rex begins to make an objection, but  Kix is already turning away, folding his arms. “I don’t care if you have to drag him out of council meetings. His Padawan is more important,” he shoots back, before quickly moving back to your side, all of his hard lines instantly fading at the sight of your tear streaked face.
He’s all gentleness and soft reassurances uttered as he cups your face, wiping away your tears. When you struggle into a sitting position, falling against his chest as your arms clumsily reach for him, his arms easily pull you close to him and you sob, trying to explain.
“Kix, I, I didn’t mean to, I never wanted to hurt anyone,” you whisper, clutching at him, burying your face into the crook of his neck, wanting to disappear, feeling his body shift, one hand splayed out, rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles, the other coming up to cradle your head, holding you against his warmth, sheltering you.
“Oh, adika, shh, I know. You didn’t hurt anyone, vod’ika, nothing happened,” he coos, tightening his arms around you. Lips press against your hair briefly, and you continue to cry, letting your emotions run their course as he cradles you to him, gently rocking you back-and-forth, as if you were a much smaller child.  
In this moment, you certainly feel like you are, and it’s comforting, the way he holds and settles you against him , making gentle shushing noises and speaking in low, soothing tones, the words eventually losing their meaning as sleep, yet again, gently pulls at your consciousness.
The last thing you’re aware of is him gently guiding you to lie back down, another medic, you think it’s Coric, passing him a freshly warmed blanket that he tucks around you, and a hand gently brushing through your hair as you drift back to sleep, your storm settled and calmed by his words and his presence.
*
Anakin Skywalker had been in meetings with the Jedi high Council all day, was running on his 3rd cup of caff, and still found himself stifling a yawn every five minutes. So, when Rex silently slipped into the room, politely interrupting the meeting to request that Anakin report to the medbay, he instinctively rolled his eyes, grumbling that he would go later. 
But when Rex stated that this wasn’t actually about him, and was in regards to his Padawan, Anakin was out of his seat in an instant, hastily making his excuses to the council before leaving the room, legs carrying him to the medbay faster than he ever had moved there before.
He doesn’t even stop to look as behind him, Rex calls to a group of troopers in a booming voice, “Hardcase, get Over here right now,  you di’kut, I need to talk to you regarding professionalism when it comes to working with young Padawan’s .”
When he’s escorted into a cubicle, his eyes grow wide with alarm at the sight of you, peacefully asleep, but your face looks exhausted and worn out. You’re hooked up to an IV and monitors, there’s a thick bandage that’s been secured to the bottom half of your right leg.
Kix keeps his voice low and quiet, so as not to disturb you, but he fixes your master with a hard look as he takes him through an overview of your current health status.
“Iron deficiency anemia, burns, a dislocated shoulder, a blaster wound that had to be surgically operated on due to an untreated infection that had grown quite severe and needed to be manually removed, as well as several muscle strains and bruised ribs that can be healed with proper rest.” 
His mouth falls open at the growing list, but Kix only folds his arms, continuing to speak. “General, sir, your Padawan looks to you with the highest regard, and you lead the way by example. All of these issues could have been caught much earlier and treated without having to deal with all this,” he gestures at everything you’re hooked up to.
“This behaviour was learned, and when I pressed, I found that at the root of the problem was fear of disappointing you and letting you down,” he waits for these words to sink in, and when they do, Anakin Skywalker, Jedi general who is known for his strength and recklessness on the field, hangs his head with shame, eyes finding the floor and refusing to look at Kix directly.
His meaning is clear, you are his Padawan, and as your master, it’s his responsibility to set a good example for you, and in this regard, watching pain medication flow through the IV line attached to your wrist, he knows he has failed to do so.
“So, just maybe, the next time you decide that are mandatory medical checks are optional and you can manage on your own, maybe just, consider this,” Kix gestures to you, still deeply asleep.
Before your master can respond, not that he really has any words to do so, Kix turns on his heel, quickly exiting the room before he can be reprimanded for speaking to his superior that way, not that he really cares, anyway.
If he had stayed, though, he would have seen Anakin tentatively move to your side, gently sitting on the edge of your bed as he strokes back your hair and adjusts the blankets that are tucked around you, properly shamefaced as he looks down at you and says in a voice that is soft and rarely heard coming out of him, “I’m sorry, kiddo, this one’s on me.”
*
“And this,” says Kix, quickly injecting the third and final mandatory vaccination into your arm, “is your ticket out of here.”
The week of recovery has come and gone, And you have finally been cleared to head back onto the field, as long as you continue to follow a regimen of oral antibiotics for the next week, and, more excitingly in your opinion, get out of the medbay.
“There you go, you did it,” Fives, who’s been sitting across from you, happily agreeing to be your emotional support/cheerleader, ready with a damp cloth if you need it, does a little celebratory dance that makes you laugh, even as Kix, sensing that you’re feeling unsteady, gets you to lay down.
Fives gently places the cool cloth against your skin, and it’s enough to ground you, pulling you back from the edge.
“That’s it, Vod’ika, well done, you did great,” Kix says encouragingly, giving your shoulder a warm squeeze. “Now, wait 15 minutes, and as long as you’re feeling back to normal, you can get out of here,” he smiles down at you, patting your head affectionately before moving out of the cubicle.
As soon as he’s gone, Fives liens in conspiratorially, face lighting up with mischievousness sparkling in his eyes. “Hey, kid, I bet you 10 credits that I could easily sneak you out right now and we could make this 15 minutes go a lot faster,” he grins.
In spite of the fact that you smile back at him and laugh lightly, you give your head a small shake and throw a cautious look over your shoulder.
“Are you kidding? I’ve been here for a whole week, and the biggest thing I’ve learned is that  Kix and Coric do, in fact, have eyes in the back of their heads. We wouldn’t even make it out of the door.” 
It’s true, you’ve seen several different troopers trying to carefully sneak out of the medbay when they think that no one is watching. 
What you’ve learned, though, is that the medics of Torrent Company are always watching. Nothing gets past their keen eyes or ears, and no one successfully sneaks out undetected. 
You grimace, “besides, I’ve just gotten off of Kix’s bad side, and I have no desire to go back there.”
“So,” Fives says, resignedly coming to sit on the edge of your bed with a sigh. “We’re waiting the 15 minutes?”
You carefully sit up, giving him a nod and a decisive look as you lean your head against his shoulder..
“Yes, Fives,” you affirm, letting out a small sigh of your own. “We are waiting the 15 minutes.”
************************* thank you so much for reading. Comments and re-blogs are always appreciated here.are always appreciated here.
Mandoa translations. Kaysh mirsh solus, they are stupid/foolish. Ori’vod: Big Brother (in this instance) can also be used as big sister or big sibling. Ni ceta: i’m sorry. Vod: Brother/ sister/ sibling. Adika: little one. Vod’ika: Little sister, little brother, or little sibling Haar’chak: damm it. Di’kut: Fool (literal translation is underwear forgeter) which kills me. Osi’yaim: shithead. Osik: shit.
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Clones + Periods 2
aka "The Shark Week"
BECAUSE NOW I AM SUFFERING SHARK WEEK!!
I am displeased!!! 😤
Part 1 / Part 3
Fives
You grumbled as you returned from the bathroom, waddling carefully into your room and digging through your supplies
"Babe...?" Fives called from your livingroom "Food's getting cold!"
"Me there in a minute" you grumbled out as you ripped the package open and grabbed new underpants
You set to cleaning yourself up and getting things settled, all the while grumbling and swearing under your breath as cramps started barrelling in full force.
You could hear your trooper padding across to your room and call your name
"-mesh'la? You okay??" he peeked his head in, getting an eye of your ass as you pulled your pants up "Well, hello..."
"Don't" you warned with a glare and your pointer jabbed in his direction "Not in the mood"
He held his hands up in surrender
"What's going on...?"
"Period" you grouched as you tossed the garbage into your trash bin and your soiled underwear into the bathroom sink. You filled it with water and soap to soak
"Ohhh...gottcha" he nodded then grabbed his comm
"Fives...what do you want? Aren't you with your lady-friend...?" Rex's tired voice came across
"Rex, buddy~ I'm calling to tell you that we're on our period so I can't be expected at that meeting at 1700 hours later" Fives grinned, his hand waving as he spoke as if the captain could see him
"you- you're what...?!" Rex sputtered on the other end "Fives, you can't have a per-"
"Awesome, I knew you'd understand Capt! Love you~" he cooed poising to hang up
"Now you just hang on there. Fives, you ca-"
And with a devlish grin, the call was ended
"Oh no...connection got disconnected...poor Rex~" he mock complained as he muted his comm and tossed it on the bedside table
"He's going to kill you" you giggled having heard all of it
"Nah, then he'd have to get someone else trained to fill my shoes" Fives wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek watching as the sink filled with water. "So since we're both suffering...how bout we finish our meal, get some pain killers and then go have fun in the shower?"
You sighed leaning back into his hold, your body aching
"Hmm~? How's that sound?"
"Sounds like our food's getting cold" you smiled
"That's my girl!" Fives grinned whisking you up and running to your couch
Mayday
"...is there a reason why you're sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by your stuffed animals...? Or is this a new aesthetic we're trying...?"
Mayday had only just come back home from his shift and wasn't expecting to see you huddled up surrounded by so many of your plushes that normally were put away. They were practically circled around your form like a demon summoning was about to happen. With a quick glance he could see the kleenex box and scattered tissues and that you'd yet to leave your pjs.
"Darling?" he prompted again as you hadnt answered.
You looked up at him with teary eyes and held your arms up, making grabby hands. Your Commander sighed but smiled softly, kneeling before you and pulled you into his arms
"What's going on?"
"Bloody week" you grumbled nuzzling your face into his shoulder to hide yourself within his warmth
"Ah...that would explain the sacrifice happening in here?" he teased softly "I'm standing up" he warned holding onto you tightly as he rose.
He carefully maneuvered around the mess and shuffled to the kitchen, rooting around in the cabinet for medicine.
"You haven't done anything about it have you...?" he asked softly
You sniffled and shook your head, tears clumping your lashes together.
He leaned over and kissed your forehead then put two pills in your palm.
"Medicine then we'll get you a heat pad and get your on the couch. Hungry?"
You took the pills and nodded again, your arms wrapping around to cling to him tightly.
Mayday chuckled at your clingy behaviour and rubbed your back
"Don't worry, I'll get you all better soon...then you'll be nice and comfy and happy"
"Until the pills stop working"
"Ah, but then I just have to get you the next dose. We can cuddle all day, how's that sound?"
"Amazing" you practically moaned out as he rubbed your sides
"Good, because that's what we're doing today" he gave you a soft kiss then gently hoisted you up off the counter and to the couch.
He settled you there then left for a moment, returning to toss you your favourite plush and plug in the heat pad. He sat beside you then pulled you into his arms, snuggling up close as promised.
Wolffe
"How's my girl doing?" Wolffe asked as he peeked his head into your bedroom.
You groaned in response and your Commander's frown deepened.
"General Plo told me to head home with this tea" he explained as be walked over, still in his armour, holding a metal canister "He said it'll help you out"
"Plo is my saviour, I swear" you whined as you peeked from the blankets.
You looked more like a tiny terror of a monster rather than his dear girlfriend, but Wolffe just playfully rolled his eyes as a smile threatened to over throw his frown
"What, I'm not good enough?" he teased gently pulling the blanket back enough that he could see your face properly and kiss your forehead
You closed your eyes and hummed happily at the interaction, pressing your head closer to his lips.
"There's a difference between saviour and love of my life, in case you got confused" you shot back
He chuckled as he pulled away from you
"Right, my mistake" he headed out of the room "I'll get this off and start your kettle"
"Kaaaay" you called as you snuggled deeper into your blankets.
You could hear the kettle whistling and the sound of his kit clacking as he stacked it, hushed by the distance between you both. A few moments later, he returned with a steamy mug and a plate with a few cookies.
"Alright, Cyare...sit up, hot stuff incoming" he called as he crossed to you
"Hot stuff indeed" you smiled staring at him "and he brought me tea and cookies for dessert"
Wolffe rolled his eyes at you and gingerly handed the mug to you with a soft 'it's hot' before he sat on the side of the bed beside you
"You'll get that after the pain subsides"
You rocked side to side, blowing on the mug, with a giddy grin
"My favourite period releif~ my boyfriend's delicious d-"
"Just drink the tea" he huffed with a blush taking a cookie off the plate in retribution
"Heyyy...my cookie" you pouted but a wicked grin grew on your lips as you set the cup down. Earning you a raised brow at your actions "I'm afraid my tea is far too hot" you dramatically fell back into the sheets
"I can go grab an ic-"
"I think I just need the more potent releif" you grinned blushing as you tugged your boyfriend toward you.
Your dear Commander gave in, crawling above you and trapping you in with a grin as he kissed your neck
"Oh yeah...? I suppose I can arrange that..."
"Off to the shower!" you giggled
"Forget the shower, I'll just change the sheets later." he growled, kissing you deeply as your face bloomed in a deep rosy hue
Howzer
Howzer slowly closed the front door and quietly took off his armour before tiptoeing across to your bedroom. Hera and Eleni had called him during his patrol to head back home, the two being extremely stubborn that he cease everything and return to see you. They hadn't told him much other than you had a fever and a migrane, so with a quick check in with Cham, he rushed home. But upon hearing your whiney groans of discomfort from the bed, he had an idea.
"Hey, Love..." he cooed kneeling beside the bed and petting your hair out of your face
"You're home early..." you mumbled with brows creased in pain
"Two ladies, who adore you, tipped me off" he said with a smile pressing his lips to your forehead "You got a fever"
"Period" you grumbled painfully
"Alright," he sighed sitting up "you're going to hate me for this..." he mused before he yanked the blankets away
You complained loudly holding onto them for dear life
"Don't you dare...!"
"Cyare, you know that the blankets aren't going to help your fever!" he protested with a huff as he successfully tore them away
"Monster" you grumbled clinging to you pillow
He dropped the blankets to the side and then tucked the thin sheet around you
"You can have this one"
"It's not fluffy" you grumbled with a pout
"No, it's not" he chuckled "I'll get you an icepack. You already take medicine?"
"Eleni got me some" you called as he left to the kitchen, wincing as your own voice made the pounding worse.
Your dear captain came back a short time later and delicately placed the ice pack on your noggin with a kiss to your cheek. He then went about the room shutting the curtains and turning everything off except for a dim little lamp in the corner.
"There. No bright lights, you got your medicine and an ice pack..." he surveyed around making mental notes for what needed to be done and what was missing
"You...?" you asked softly holding your arms up to make a grabby han in his direction
"Oh, yes..." he smiled crawling straight onto the mattress until he was beside you. "How could I ever forget...?"
He kissed the back of your neck and pulled your hips gently back to meet his. His hands then reached around to your front to gently massage your abdomen. Where he'd stay cuddled up with you until you asked him not to.
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yourstarwarsslut · 9 months
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Imagine giving all the 501st members a kiss on the cheek
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Note: English is not my native language.
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Rex:
When you kiss him on the cheek, he freezes. He just stands there for few minutes before starting to blush and grin.
"What did I do to deserve such an honor?"
"Can't I kiss my Captain when i feel like it?"
"You can kiss me as much as you want Cyare"
Rex takes you by the waist and kisses you on the lips with everything he got.
Fives:
When you kiss him on the cheek, he has a big grin on his face as he starts whispering all kinds of things to you.
"Damn, missed me already?"
"I wouldn't mind getting another kiss"
"Thoes kisses are only for me, r-right?"
Fives will definitely start a kissing war with you and laugh at his brothers for not getting kisses while he does.
Echo:
When you kiss him on the cheek, he starts to blush really hard. He puts a hand to his cheek as he tries to think of what to say.
"I love you"
"I love you too Echo"
"Could I get another one, please?"
Fives is 100% going to tease him, but Echo doesn't care. He will do anything to get a kiss from you and you always tell him that all he has to do is ask.
Jesse:
When you kiss him on the cheek, he looks you in the eyes and smirks.
"Too afraid to kiss me on the lips?"
"The barracks should be empty"
Don't be shy and give me another one"
I feel like Kix always catches you and Jesse kissing each other. Picks you up and kisses you on the lips.
Kix:
When you kiss him on the cheek, it takes him a while to realize what you did. He's tired man.
"Well if anything, that made my day better"
You really are something you know that?"
"I love you"
He is the type of guy to move your hair out of your face and give you a gentle and passionate kiss.
Hardcase:
When you kiss him on the cheek, he starts smiling so much it makes him look stupid.
"Damn Babe, what was that for?"
"Can I get anothe one?"
"One more then I stop asking"
Is going to tell everybody that you kissed him, as if no one already knew this. But trust me, it heals his soul to know you love him.
Tup:
When you kiss him on the cheek, his whole face turns red. Tries to cover the blush with his hands, but fails miserably.
"I- thank you, I mean-"
"I love you too Tup"
"Mhm- all the things you do to me"
I feel like this can go two ways. He gets shy and hides his face from you or gives you the wettest kiss, taking your breath away.
Dogma:
When you kiss him on the cheek, he starts looking around to make sure no one is around before grabbing your hand.
"Cyare we are at duty"
"I know"
With you it's hard to follow rules, when all you do is make me want to break them"
Gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before going back to work.
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sunshinesdaydream · 8 months
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Imagine...
501st (everyone lives AU) playing D&D.
I don't have anything else for this thought right now, but... I would love to see that.
Anyone have any thoughts? Who would DM? What kind of characters would each of them build?
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thepatchycat · 2 months
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I have a silly headcanon that the Wolfpack does a thing where every time one of them enters 79’s, they howl, and any other 104th members present in the club howl back. Other battalions find this varying levels of amusing or obnoxious but nobody else (not that many actually try) can howl and get a response—except for the 501st's Echo, who figures out that there’s a trick to it.
Addendum to this is that 104th shinies are encouraged to come up with their own personal howls as part of bonding with the battalion.
Second addendum to this is that howling has also been used as both a rallying cry and an intimidation tactic in battle.
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nerfpuncher · 1 month
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In my heart I just know that the internal comms between clones sounds like a Call of Duty lobby.
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amessywritersmind · 8 months
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501st hound chase
Request: Ok I had this idea pop in my head and laughed hard at this. BUT what if reader was the new dog trainer for the 501st dogs the really wired scaly lizard this are I can't remember what they are. The one dog she training for the 501st got into one of the jedis room like Anakin or Obi-Wan's and swallowed a jedi holocron and now they have like a big looney Toons chase after the dog running literally everywhere on a ship basically dodging everything and everyone both jedi clone trooper and reader until they finally just tuker out and find a place to sleep while everyone is tearing the place up looking for them.
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"Heyyyyy! There's our favorite Hound Wrangler! How's it going? Who's this little guy you got with you?" I hear a voice call from the other end of the hall.
I look up to see Fives, Kix and Jesse heading straight my way.
"Fives! Jesse! Kix! I'm good! I'm just taking Kesi here for a walk around the ship before i'm off for the day. How are you?" I ask the group of clones, petting the Massiff affectionately.
Kesi, apparently really digging the love, rolls over showing off his belly for some more rubs. Of course, I comply, because who could deny that cute little face? Fives was thinking the same thing I was at that moment, bending down and joining in on the petting.
"We're doing ok, the mission is finally over, who can really complain." Kix says tiredly.
"You're not wrong there, finding this lost Holocron seems to have taken a toll on everyone, even Master Kenobi" Fives jokes with equal exhaustion.
"Apparently not everyone!" Jesse laughs as Kesi jumps up from his position, tail wagging in earnest.
"This guy has more energy than a band of starving Gundarks all the time, no matter what, hence the walk before bedtime" I explain with a smile, watching as Kesi begins to fidget more and more.
The massiff jumps up excitedly, tail wagging, as if to prove my point. Fives laughs.
"I can see that! Look at him, c'mere little guy..." Fives begins, causing Kesi to jump up more in excitement, someone finally wanted to play!
Before I could warn Fives against riling him up, Kesi leaped so hard he tugged his lead out of my hand and took off running down the hall.
"Oh no... Kes!" I shout, immediately chasing after him down the hall. I rounded the corner of the ship quickly, hoping he'd still be within the area, but alas I was not so fortunate. The hall was empty, Kesi was nowhere in sight.
I hurried back to the stunned (and partially guilty) group of clones in desperation.
"Please, you guys have to help me find him! Who knows what kind of trouble he'll get into..."I worry, pinching the bridge of my nose and brainstorming possible places the little beast might wander off to.
"Okay, I've got a plan. Everyone, switch to comm channel 3, we're gonna spread out around the ship. Jesse; you head to the hanger bay and the kitchens. Kix; you check MedBay and any supply storage areas with good smelling things in them. I'll check the clone barracks and the 'fresher room" Fives starts, pointing to each clone and assigning their duty.
"And you-" he states, turning towards me "can check the Kennels and the Generals quarters. If anyone finds any signs of Kesi, let the rest of us know with your comms. Ready boys? Let's go find that Massiff." Fives encourages. The boys give firm nods and we all head in our own direction.
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It didn't take long to find him- well, where he had been and where he was going at least. Not long at all. Infact, Kesi had left a trail to follow. The kennels were a fail, as I'd imagined they'd be, and so I began to walk towards the Generals Quarters, when I noticed a strange trail of what looked like, paper?
I followed the trail around the corner, down the hall, and right to Master Kenobi's door. This leads me to where I am now, still standing in front of Master Kenobi's door, along with Fives, Kix, Jesse, and now Anakin and the man himself, Obi Wan.
"I am so so so so sorry Master Kenobi! The little drat just got too excited and I couldn't hold on to his leash and-" I started blathering nervously as I stared at the remnants of what was once the box containing the infamous missing Jedi Holocron. When I say remnants, I really mean little tiny scraps of cardboard.
Obi-wan silenced me with a raise of his hand and a sigh, followed by Anakin's quiet laughter, at which Obi-wan was not amused. "Let's just spread out and find the little guy. He can't have gotten far, after all we are on a ship in the middle of space." he states, ever calm and ready with a plan.
"You'd be surprised General, sir. We've been searching for quite a while already now, and we've only managed to find his trail of destruction." Fives states, a giggle present in his tone.
"Well, now there are more of us! Anakin, have Rex notify the rest of the 501st and have every single person searching. I'll comm Cody and tell him to do the same. As soon as he is found, signal on the comms." Obi-wan states determinedly with a small clap as everyone breaks off in small search groups.
"Don't worry, we'll find him. And it's not like he can destroy the holocron. It'll all be alright, Obi-wan will forget it ever happened as soon as it's over!" Anakin says comfortingly, placing a hand on my shoulder. As much as that should have eased my worries, the statement left me with a strange feeling of dread.
I couldn't help thinking never say never as we parted ways to begin our own searches.
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Meanwhile...
Kesi had ran around for a good long while after swallowing that holocron, not quite satisfied with his cold meal. He searched all over the ship for something better, stealing a few bantha patties from the kitchens before deciding he was full and in desperate need for a nap.
If only he could find a nice, warm, dark place...
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Two hours. Two kriffing hours we've spent searching the whole kriffing ship for Kesi and still, there was no sight of him. Other than the few missing bantha patties, that is. But that was hours ago. Now, I found myself with Anakin and Rex in the 501st barracks once again, for what feels like the 501st time.
"Kesi, Kes. Come here boy!" I called tiredly. I just wanted to find him and be done with all thi- what was that? Did i just see movement...under that bunk?
"Oh Kessiiiii" I called playfully, watching the end of a tail respond in kind.
I crept over to the bunk, bending down and gently lifting up the side of the blanket. Underneath lied the man, or should i say thief, of the hour. Upon recognizing me, Kesi comes scurrying out from under the bunk, licking me straight in the face.
"There you are boy!" I exclaimed, happy that he was at last safe and sound.
"Well, there's the hound, but where's the holocron?" Anakin asks, lifting the blanket only to see no holocron where Kesi once was.
"Hmm..." He said, walking over and closing his eyes briefly.
The look on his face when his eyes opened once again told me all I needed to know. I groaned, the happy moment short lived.
"Oh, Kesi." I couldn't believe him. He swallowed it. He actually swallowed a very important jedi holocron. Whole! Unbelievable.
"Well, General, sir. I believe there is only one thing we can do now." Rex speaks up, shocked at the whole ordeal himself.
"Obi-wan is gonna kill me..." I groaned again.
"It's kind of funny, I'm usually the one saying that." Anakin snickers as he raises his comm to tell the aforementioned master the news.
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A few more excruciating hours passed and everyone had now gathered in the waiting room of the medbay, eager to hear the news.
Finally, Kix comes out of the medbay, arms behind his back.
"Well..." he stalls, clearly enjoying the comical aspect of the situation and leaving everyone hanging.
"Kesi has finally passed the cube! Here it is, General Kenobi, all cleaned up, and disinfected thrice!" Kix beams as he reveals the holorcron from behind his back.
Anakin, Fives and myself cheer, while Obi-wan, Rex and Cody only sigh, in relief or quiet frustration i wasn't sure. The ordeal was finally over. Obi-wan stands, grabbing the holocron reluctantly and coming over to me.
"I suggest you keep a better eye on your little friend, we don't want another incident like this happening again. I'm exhausted." Obi-wan says gently, clearly tuckered by the events of the day.
"Yes, General, sir. I'm sorry again, and it most definitely will not happen again." He nods, exiting the waiting room.
"Ahh, don't worry too hard, everyone kind of enjoyed the fun of it. After all, it's not everyday my boys worst enemy is a 50 pound ball o excitement and love." Anakin says, coming in once again to calm my nerves.
"Have a good night." he says before heading out, following everyone else.
I decided to stop by and see the little rascal once more before bed. As i walked into the medbay over to his little makeshift cot, I noticed he was already passed out. I guess today tired us all out.
"Goodnight little trouble maker, I'll see you tomorrow. And no more holocrons!" I scolded quietly, gently patting his head, before heading to my own bunk to get some much needed rest.
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rabb1ttrash · 11 months
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i realised today that i’ve never drawn my boys together and i had to do it immediately
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trylynarie · 1 year
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Allergies
Hardcase: *nomming on some love hearts*
Fives: who gave you sweets?
Hardcase: found them. Ya want some?
Fives: na sorry. I’m allergic to them.
Jesse: me to actually
Hardcase: that makes sense to be fair, considering we are all the same person all the same DNA, *puts another one in his mouth*
Kix: ಠ_ಠ THEN WHY THE FUCK-
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Hello dear Tess! I hope you can get a good creative flow back and I'd love to see some writing from you 💕
I'd like to request this with Maul 👀
☆ { kissing } the marks you left on them
Beloved Bee!!! This request was so good 😩 Thank you for sending it in 💕 Really—this may have sparked some inspiration for future fics 👀
Five Sentence Fic Requests
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A press of your lips, muscles tensing in anticipation, a low hiss, before finally, blessedly, he relaxes underneath you. 
Back no longer arching away but rather melting into your touch as you feather kisses along the half-moon indents you left trailing down his body.
Persistent in your inspection, you refuse to let a single mark left unkissed, unloved, unworshipped on the back of his neck, the soft skin of his shoulders, down the length of every rib.
Finally reaching the small of his scarlet and sable back, you linger, enjoying the barely concealed noises that manage to escape past Maul’s throat, spitting melodies that only encourage you on.
That is until you feel his strong fingers wrap around your wrist—pulling you up in one fluid motion, until you meet Maul’s frenzied luminous eyes head-on, “My turn.”
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Clones + The Sickies
I am coming down with something and I keep going between "oh im fine my voice is just funny and my throat is scratchy" to "omg just kill me now, what planet is this?"
So i decided that I would write with this evil headache torturing me and hacking my lungs out.
White Sparkly D20 determined our boyos
Part 2
"Intro"
You whined and tossed in your bed, your brows knitted together as you tried to remain asleep but air began billowing up your chest until you couldnt take it anymore. It erupted with a loud series of hacks before it subsided and you let out a soft sigh.
Mayday
"You really don't sound good..." Your boyfriend mumbled out walking over.
He must've left the bed at some point and, upon hearing your distress, came back to check.
Gingerly, he draped his hand over your forehead before sweeping it to the side of your face to tilt you closer to his lips. He hummed softly as he gave you a peck and pulled back
"You don't have a fever...little clammy though" he prodded your thigh until you scooted over so he could sit on the edge of the bed.
Mayday watched you carefully for a moment or two as you made grabby hands at him weakly. With a chuckle he reached over your form and shifted a stray strand of hair behind your ear
"Medicine?" he asked in a hushed tone
"Do we even have any left...?" you mumbled hoarsely
He turned his face as he thought, he then turned back and nodded as he stood
"I think so, but I'll take a look. Hang tight, Darling"
You made an unintelligent garbled complaint but hid under the blankets. Mayday let slip a small smile at your behaviour, although he was not happy with your coming down ill, but headed to the medicine cabinet with long strides.
You weren't sure how long he had been gone for, but your lover returned with a soft coo of your name.
"-I got you medicine and some soup"
You hummed in response and rubbed tiredly at your eyes
"Soup?" you asked, your stomach curiously growling as well
"Mhm, your favourite one too. But you need to take the medicine first before I let you have any" he held his open palm out with two small pills laying within
You complained again, lips pulled into a big childish pout.
Your commander, however, was infinitely patient and only ound humor in your antics. He raised a brow at you, but you begrudgingly reached for the pills and swallowed them with a slight wince.
"Good girl..." he praised in a hushed tone, quickly settling a tray on your lap "The promised soup"
Mayday sat beside you while you ate, and as soon as you were done took the tray to the kitchen and then returned to your side to envelop you in his arms.
"Y-you're going to get siCk" you creaked out
He kissed your forehead with an appreciative hum
"Then I guess I'll be nursed back to health by the loveliest nurse..." he teased gently "besides, I could use a day off"
You pouted at his joke but snuggled into him, you weren't going to argue his comforting presence away
"Go to sleep, Darling. I'll take care of you"
Cody
"That sounds nasty" Your lover grumbled "you've been hacking all night."
You grimmaced at his words
"I know." he frowned at your reaction "I gave a medic a call while you were still asleep, Waxer's running the meds over as we speak. And bringing some take out"
You hummed happily as he stood from the reading seat in the corner of the room and made his way to you. He smoothed your hair back, and kissed your forhead
"Thankfully, no fever. I'd hate to take away those comfy blankets from you" his words were teasing, but held every ounce of seriousness that was demanded for one of his station.
"Did I wake you up?" you creaked out hoarsely
"You did," he confirmed and heard your displeased whine as he grabbed a glass of water and handed it to you "Your throat is probably dry, making the coughs hurt more"
You took the glass and instantly put it to your lips, drinking most of the contents
"I had reports to look through anyways, so it was no issue. I'm more upset that you're suffering, Cyare"
You grumbled under your breath and pouted up at him
"I'm sorry Cody..."
He chuckled at your whiney behaviour and bent down. Grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers, he brought your knuckles to his lips and brushed ginger kisses along them.
But the sweet moment was ended by a chirp of his comm. You whined loudly and waved your arms in an attempt to will him back to you, though your beloved commander only shook his head good-naturedly at you.
"I'll be right back, hold your bantha"
You must've fallen asleep because Cody's return was harold by his calling your name and gently jostling you.
"Mmm?"
"I bring offerings to my sick queen" He whispered holding up a container of food
"Oh...okay..." you mumbled sleepily and took the container.
You slowly worked it open and pulled the fork out of the bag. But just as you brought it to your lips, a bottle of pills were dropped in your lap woth a bottle of electrolytes
"These first" Cody gently commanded.
He pulled the chair over and sat beside the bed, digging into his own meal
"Waxer said he hopes you feel better, even brought a get-well-bouqet from the General"
"Obi-wan sent me flowers?" You mumbled before dropping the pills into your mouth
"Mhm, Sunflowers and pink Tulips...so you get well soon" he smiled at the thoughfulness
The two of you ate in silence and as soon as your meal was over with, Cody tucked you back into bed and moved his chair so that he could stay beside you and drape his legs onto the side of the bed. You slowly drifted off hearing the sound of him typing away one handedly.
The other hand?
Busy being coupled with yours, promising you of his watchfullness and adoration.
Fives
"Hey, Baby..." he cooed pulling you into his arms and kissing your forhead
"Where were you?" you whimpered entirely leaning into his hold.
Fives chuckled and shook his head with a smile
"I heard you were practically dying here so I called Kix. Talked to him for a bit 'bout what I can do for you. Ya know, awesome boyfriend stuff" he gloated "I was hoping to be back before you woke up...sorry 'bout that Mesh'la"
"I do not feel very mesh'la right now" you grumbled softly, earning you a laugh
"Well, you're always beautiful to me" he pecked your temple and slowly let go.
You followed him with a whine, leaning half out of bed to snatch him back.
Fives swatted your hands teasingly yet gently
"Back woman! I'm getting you your medicine, real medicine not my d-"
"Fives...!" you complained flopping back into bed
He chuckled to himself and fished around in the little bag he'd hoarded from around your home. Finding his target, he opened the bottle and dumped out 2 pills, handed them to you and then left to come back with a glass of water.
"Kix said to keep you hydrated above all else, but that those will get rid of most of the crap. And Echo's going to drop by some candy-like things to suck on later when he goes by"
You nodded as you took the pills and drank most of your glass
"There we go, look at that. You already look a million times better" he praised although you rolled your eyes at him.
"Can I bug you for soup...?" you asked softly
Fives' chest puffed out as he promised you the very deed to be done in less time than it took to- it didnt matter. It would be done quickly and he'd even feed it to you, or you think that's what he said. He had bene yelling the words as he rushed into your kitchen and pots were quickly banging arouns.
You woke up to the smell of hot soup and your name being called out.
"Soup's ready. It's not great...but it's tasty enough" he confessed sheepishly "I tried my best"
You gratefully took the bowl and ate every last bit. It wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it was, then again you were sick - maybe your taste was off too?
Fives took the bowl from you, once you'd finished, and upon returning to your side, had resettled into the blankets with you.
You complained gently as you clung to him.
"I got you, we'll beat the sickies together" he kissed your temple and snuggled in "I'll only leave here if I have to"
You nodded softly in response as your lids drooped
"Night night, Mesh'la," he cooed into your ear "you gotta get better so we can enjoy our time together in more fun ways...but until then, I'll take good car eof you and make you happy. That's a certified ARC trooper promise-"
You quickly lulled into sleep at the constant mumbled chatter of your beloved trooper, feeling his arms snugly around you and his love keeping your heart warm
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Relationships: Fives x female!reader
Warnings: smut 18+ (MINORS DNI), vaginal fingering, public fingering, medic reader, slightly angsty
Word count: 1898
Summary: A night out to 79s doesn’t end the way you think it will.
Authors note: This is my first time writing a smut. I’m sorry if this isn’t good, just know I am trying. I’ve also got a few other things in my drafts. I only proofread this once, so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Also, I will be making a masterlist after I post this. Thank you for all the good feed back on the Echo imagine. It really made me continue writing. I hope you all enjoy this :)
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Being friends with Fives was always easy. The conversations came easy. Fives was so outgoing. He brought out the same thing in you. You both had been friends for so long. You met the first day he had become part of the 501st. He made an attempt at flirting with one of the other medics, which had failed very badly. She walked right away from him without saying a word. As female civilian medics, you were used to it. You were around men that see very few females that aren’t their commanding officers, of course you would be hit on. You’ve been hit on more times than you can count, although you never know if it’s from the drugs from whatever injury they are facing or if they are just being themselves.
The week had been long. The 501st had not been on Coruscant in a very long time. The first night was spent differently for everyone, some going to see secret significant others, others going to celebrate, and some just sleeping. For you and Fives, it was going to 79s with many of his other brothers. You loved going out with everyone, but it was becoming increasingly hard with Fives. Of course, you would start catching feelings for one of your closest friends. You tried so hard not to, but it was bound to happen. Between his flirty personality and his overall genuine care for you, there was no way you wouldn’t start feeling something. But every time, Fives would leave with someone else. You knew he wasn’t hurting you on purpose, but it still stung every time. The way he would dance with a new girl every night, the way he would kiss them in the corner where he thought no one would see, it all hurt you. But it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know how you felt.
Tonight was different. Fives hadn’t left the booth where you and the rest of the 501st were sitting. Jesse and Kix had already both left with someone, leaving you with Tup and Dogma still sitting with you and Fives, but eventually they left to find someone as well. You expected this night to go the same as always, with some girl grinding on Fives and you leaving before you had to witness anymore. But Fives stayed.
“Why aren’t you going out there?”
“Why aren’t you out there? I don’t think I’ve seen you go home with a single person anytime we’ve came here,” Fives says while taking a sip of his drink. How did he even notice that? You never thought he would notice when you leave, being too busy wrapped around whatever girl he wanted for the night.
“It’s not really my type of thing to hook up with people. I prefer having a connection. Makes the experience so much better,” you said, trying to hide that the real reason was because you wanted to leave with him.
“What makes it better?”
He looks right at you with this stupid smirk on his face. Maker, he looked good tonight. You swallowed the rest of your drink before answering.
“Have you ever had sex with a someone you had feelings for? I don’t know how to explain it but it just feels so much better than with someone that you just met. Even if its not someone you love, just having a connection makes it better. Like having feelings for someone and being able to show it in a physical way,” you say. It sounds stupid in your head, but it’s the only explanation you can give without letting your emotions come spilling out.
“And what if I said I had feelings for you?”
You look up at him. He’s staring at you with the same stupid smirk from before. He must be joking.
“Please don’t say something like that if you are just trying to get a quick release from me,” you say quietly while looking away. You feel like you are going to cry. Why would he do something like this?
“Mesh’la please look at me. I would never treat you that way. I’ve had feelings for you the entire time. I know I have a horrible way of showing it, but that’s why I’m telling you now. Ever since the first day when you laughed at my horrible attempted at getting someone else’s attention. I knew I had picked the wrong person to flirt with from the very start.”
Fives moves his hand to cup your face. He looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You can’t believe you ever even thought that he would use you. This is your Fives, the one that cares so much about the people he loves, the one that would never hurt someone intentionally.
“Why did you wait so long to say something?”
He looks down and laughs a little. Even now his laugh is still cute.
“I couldn’t ruin the friendship we had. I’ve never had a friend like you. You mean the world to me. I just couldn’t keep going on acting like I didn’t feel something for you, like I hadn’t been wishing that every girl I’ve been with was you,” he says while looking back at you. He wipes the single tear that had escaped your eye.
“I have feelings for you too. I didn’t realize until it was too late. If I would’ve known you felt the same way, I would’ve said something.”
Fives smiles and leans in, letting his lips feel yours for the first time. Heat starts to rise throughout your body. Fives starts trailing his hands along your sides, settling them on your hips for the time being. You let your fingers slide through the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging a little. At this, he slips his tongue into your mouth. The feeling of his tongue gliding over yours is starting to become not enough. You can feel how your body aches for him. The kiss feels more heated, more hungry, every second.
Fives pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss down your neck. You let out a small gasp as he sucks a mark onto you. Your entire body is screaming for him to take you right here, not caring if anyone else sees. You aren’t sure if it is the feeling of the drink running through your body, or just the sensation of him touching you. It seems he is feeling the same way as you as he pulls away from your neck to look in the eyes. He looks just as a mess as you are, lips swollen from the kiss.
“Would you let me finger you in this booth?”
Fives glides his hands up your thigh. You couldn’t have made a better decision by wearing a dress tonight. The feeling of his hand slowly moving up is making your entire body pulse with need. You didn’t think tonight would end with a confession, let alone something so exhilarating happening in the back corner of 79s where anyone could walk over at any moment. His fingers ghost over your panties, now soaked through at the thought of him. You nod at him.
“Please, I need you,” you sigh as his finger presses slightly on your clit.
“Maker, your soaked. All of this just for me?”
Your head is spinning just from the feeling of him softly rubbing up and down your clothed clit. Your pussy is throbbing with need, enough that you are ready to cry with how badly you need him.
“Fives, please more.”
“Shh ill take care of you. You are going to cum on my fingers, then I’m going to take you back to the barracks where I can fuck you with no one else around,” he whispers in your ear, making you whine in anticipation.
As he finishes, he grabs at the waist band of your panties and pulls them down. You shift your hips up to help him take them off. Once they are around your ankles, Fives leans down to grab them and tucks them into his pocket. He brings his hand back up to your thigh. His touches are so soft making you ache for his fingers. As you’re ready to beg, he brings his finger to your clit. The smallest touch has you gasping again.
“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me. We wouldn’t want anyone interrupting us would we?”
Fives presses his lips to your neck as he circles your clit. Your whole body is screaming with need as he continues to tease you. The touches are too light, too slow. It’s slowly driving you insane.
He finally brings his finger down from your clit to your entrance. You can feel yourself dripping onto his fingers already. He slips the tip of his middle finger into your entrance, the feeling making you want to scream out with just how good it feels. Your body is screaming for more as he continues to push his finger in slowly. He finally pushes it all the way in and curls it up. You whine out loud on accident. Fives stops his assault on your neck and puts his mouth over your own instead. He pulls his finger almost all the way out, just to then push it back in harder. He continues doing this, his palm rubbing against your clit every time his hand bottoms out. He keeps doing this, making you whine into his mouth with each push of his hand. You can hear the wet sounds coming from below you. He pulls his finger out slowly this time, making you whine again in protest.
“Think you can take another? I think you can,” he says as he pulls away from your lips. You nod your head, just wanting to feel more of him.
You clench around his fingers as he adds in another. It feels so good, too good for only being his fingers. He pumps them in faster and harder than before. Your head drops against his shoulder. You quietly moan and whine into his ear as his thumb comes up to circle your clit. Thank the maker for the loud music or else someone would have for sure heard you, from the small whines or the wet squelch coming from under the table. He begins kissing your neck again, nipping and leaving marks. You can feel yourself hurdling toward one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.
“Cum on my fingers baby. Be a good girl for me, you can do it,”
At the sound of his voice, you feel yourself hit your peak. He kisses you again to swallow your moans. It washes over you in waves. You can’t feel your legs, just the pleasure coursing through your veins from just his fingers. You’ve soaked his hand and surely the seat below you. He pulls away again and kisses your forehead. He pulls his fingers out slowly, being careful not to overstimulate you. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them in. You can already feel your body becoming hot with need again.
“How was that?”
He has that stupid smirk on his face again. You giggle at that. Was he really asking like he didn’t just give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had?
“Can we leave now? I would like you to keep your promises of fucking me tonight.”
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